The story picks up at Maren’s sixteenth birthday, with her mother, exhausted from covering up years of slaughter, leaving her daughter to fend for herself. A cannibal story, yes, but this is no Ed Gein–style nightmare. The impossibility of this feat is the first tip-off of the book’s near–magic realism. DeAngelis’ latest starts grisly: Maren, a little girl, eating her babysitter down to every last speck of flesh and bone.
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